Nothing surprised me when it came to Cece planning our evening shenanigans. She was the only daughter of two well-known lawyers, specializing in criminal related cases. It was why my bestie joined me in my quest to obtain my criminology degree. She'd easily land a job with the mention of her last name. I, on the other hand, didn't have the connections. It didn't bother me. I'd achieve my dream job one day, no matter how hard it was.

The venue was stunning. Our limo drove up to the red-carpet entrance of the hottest club in town. The cheapest tickets to get in started at a thousand dollars and went up from there, usually selling out due to their guest visit limit of one-hundred. Unless you were VIP, in which you had access whenever you wanted.

The driver pulled open the door, assisting me out as I walked forward. Cece and her man Vinzent, not far behind. The power couple caught everyone’s attention. Cece's usual curled hair was straightened; her sparkling, black mini-dress complimented her figure and matched her overly expensive Christian Louboutin’s and limited-edition LV evening clutch. She presented herself like a celebrity. Who wouldn't get that impression with her hulky, Russian boyfriend; his muscle-filled arm wrapped around her?

The black, dress shirt did a fine job holding down his muscles. His six-seven figure didn't just ask for attention, it demanded it, which was always rewarded with multiple stares and gawks when he entered a room. Geez, I need a tall man like that in my life. I loved being five-six but having a five-seven boyfriend was beyond boring. C'mon heavens, give me a hot, bulky six-five man to jump into his arms and hang from his chest, won't you?

We entered the restaurant club; the waiter promptly took us to the VIP section. Upon entry, you could already see the dramatic difference. The low lights and smell of red wine and chocolate was enough to set the romantic atmosphere; the human-size, chocolate fountain came into view. I was stunned by the designed structure of strawberries surrounding the melted chocolate as it flowed down. I licked my lips. I will see you in a few, my precious. I had a serious chocolate addiction, chocolate chip cookies were my all-time favorite. I needed to find a man who could cook a gooey batch.

We took our seats, taking our time to view the expensive menu; bearing food that could serve kings and queens.

We finished dinner just in time; the hottest DJ kicked off the night with the perfect beat that made you want to shake your body and twerk it out. I pulled Cece away, taking the opportunity to have some bestie time – dancing was one of our all time favorite things to do.

We danced the night away, working up a sweat as we took breaks at the open bar, participating in shot games before returning to the dance floor when one of our jams came on.

We were on our fifth shot, when my gaze landed on the most eye-catching hunk of sexiness I'd seen. If looks could kill, this walking masterpiece would have dead bodies falling at his feet.

He looked about six-six in height; his lean, fit physique complimented the perfectly tailored navy-blue suit. His white dress shirt popped out with a pink tie; the same color handkerchief tucked neatly in his chest suit pocket.

His short, black hair was styled in a classy, clean cut; the gel held down every little strand to the bloody T. His gold watch peeked out beneath the cuff of his shirt sleeve; the gold cuff links sparkled in the flashing lights. Of course, his high-class look distracted me enough, but my eyes locked on his gorgeous amber ones. The strong, yellowish gold, with a hint of coppery tint pulled at my heartstrings. My heart took the liberty to skip a few beats as I gawked at him, and he headed straight towards me.

I gulped, turning around to the bar, and asked the bartender for another shot. Yes, the alcohol helped me see my hidden fantasies. I'd have to keep his image in my mind for when I needed a good evening with Jimmy. I'd probably climax in two minutes flat if I stared into those orgasm, inducing eyes. Whoever put a leash on him was the luckiest woman, or man, in the world. Sure, I was technically taken, but if I had a chance to caress his naked, fit body, I'd throw away my relationship status and lock it up with a key for one night.

"Cece, who's the sexy ginger hiding her pretty face from me?"

Jesus Christ! His voice alone! So deep and husky. Is that how he normally talks? How can you even concentrate when his voice alone can turn you on? Wait a minute, did he just ask who I was?

"Jaxson! Holy shit, am I seeing things? You're partying for once, instead of catching yet another murderer on the streets of dirty LA? THIS, is my best friend Scarlet. Scar, say hello."

I mentally cursed at my best friend; her voice hinted how pleased she was to hook me up with this sexy beast. I chugged the shot in my hand, placing the empty glass lightly on the counter before turning around; my bouncy curls whirled around and fell back into a bountiful mess. I smiled seductively.

"Scarlet Sinclair. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." I introduced, lifting my hand up to shake his. He smiled; his lips revealed a perfect set of white teeth. What wasn't perfect about this man?

He raised his hand, giving me a firm handshake before lifting my hand to press his smooth lips against my white gloves.

"Jaxson White. The pleasure is all mine. May I say, I love your gloves. Nice addition to your stunning outfit." He complimented; his eyes gleamed with excitement. This man did not just compliment my gloves. Please tell me he's single.

I didn’t know what it was about him that pulled me in. Sure, he was a sexy piece of hotness, but there was something else. I felt connected to him; as if he was meant to be by my side. But, those thoughts were ridiculous. I was surprised Jake could handle my weirdness. To be honest, I think he lost interest long ago, just how I lost interest in him.

"Jaxson's best friends with Vinzent. They collaborate in hosting celeb get together and assist with planning award events. Jaxson's also a part of one of the top investigation teams at Paranormal Inc.” Cece announced.

I turned to my best friend, smiling sweetly at her as I attempted to hide my fangirl self. Not only was he a successful business owner, but he was part of the top team of criminal investigators at my dream job!

"Seriously? That's phenomenal. It's nice to meet someone of that status. You do us all a great service ridding LA’s streets of such bad individuals." I complimented back. My voice hinted at the small amount of pride I felt for meeting someone who contributed to the low crime rate in the city.

"It's all in a day's work. I'm glad to be able to clear the streets. It's nice to finally have a few days off. Were you guys planning to go back on the dance floor or continue your shot game?" He questioned.

"Well, I was going to go find Vinzent, but I know Scar was going to head back to the dance floor. Too bad it's hard to find someone who can dance to these amazing beats," Cece sighed as she downed her drink.

I gave her a quick eyebrow lift as I realized her underlying intentions. This sly bitch...

"I agree, this DJ is playing some good tunes, and I think they deserve some much-needed justice on the dance floor. I took a few salsa and hip hop classes. I'm no pro, but I'm not too bad.” I glanced at him wide eyed.

"Did you just say you did salsa AND hip-hop?" I inquired, unable to hide my excitement.

"Pro champion for four years and did hip hop all throughout high school. I'm average." He admitted, winking at me as he smiled.

I walked towards him, grabbing his hand before tugging at him.

"Cece, I'll see you later." I didn't know if I was going to keep the promise, but I wasn't going to miss out on having a sexy, pro dance partner with three hours of dancing to spare.

"Put those dancers to shame you two." She called out over the music.

I turned to face Jaxson, my hips already moving to the popping beat vibrating against the walls. He smirked; his eyes gazed at me with lust. I had no idea when he took off his suit coat; his white shirt shone brightly against the flashing lights, but he only looked sexier. His hips began to move as he slid his arm around my waist, bringing me closer to him as we danced.

"Let's have a good time. I'm in dire need of a good time.”

"You took the words right out of my mouth." I purred, allowing the music to take me away as we began to dance to the rhythm of the beat.

Three hours of exotic body to body grinding, and I'd considered two possibilities – either the heavens were playing with my heart, or Jaxson White was created just for me.

When you looked at his six-six structure, his body sculpted like those pro weight lifting models you'd see in fashion magazines, you'd never guess he'd be able to dance the way he did tonight. Those hips seriously didn’t lie, moving in sensational swings and motions beyond my imagination as his body moved to the flow of the pounding music. My competitive side emerged; the younger part of myself didn’t want to be left in the dust, matching his pace throughout the early hours of the morning.

The surrounding crowd watched, making a miniature circle to observe our moves. We paid them no mind, lost in the world we created, surrounded by some bubble as we enjoyed each other’s company.

When the slow jams slid through the air, we'd head for the bar, using vodka and tequila as fuel to go another round of freestyle choreography. We had our moments of small talk, revealing a few details of our lives.

Jaxson talked about his position at PINC, being the leader of his team and having worked for the organization for ten years, starting at the age of twenty-one.

He'd finished police foundations; his original dream was to become a police officer in the line of duty. Next thing he knew, he was on the newly assembled team of agents; PINC was only two years old at the time. It didn't take him long to move up in rank, taking case after case and being successful in solving the mysterious murder cases.

Eventually, he became part of his current team, choosing to crack open specific unsolved mysteries, pulling them out of their files in the dusty, hidden cabinets with UNSOLVED labelled on them. No one wanted to invest their time into cases that didn't have enough evidence to lead them to a murderer.

I explained my ambition to become a criminal investigator like him and that I was currently in school to accomplish my goal. I didn't feel the need to reveal my inner motivation; my mother's murder had been the trigger that pushed me to strive for justice. I wanted to help all those friends and families who yearned for closure after the murder of their loved ones, like myself.

The second-best part was how close we'd danced during the remainder of the night; his body pressed against mine as his arm wrapped around my waist and we both grinned together, unwilling to stop the chemistry growing between us. The way his groin pressed against my back side made me wet with desire, wishing I was between the sheets making love to this stranger. My body craved his touch – it wasn't just a simple pinch of desire, it was a desperate urge to have his hands grip my hips; my body ached in anticipation of how his large cock would feel like as it pounded me into the land of ecstasy.

As the song reached the last set of lyrics, we were both panting, sweaty, and horny. His amber eyes displayed a possessive eagerness as they roamed my body, starting from my eyes before taking an agonizingly slow descent; the beads of sweat glistened as the multi-colored lights shone above us.

His hand clasped mine before he tugged me across the dance floor, heading towards a dark corner. Two seconds later, I was pinned against the wall; my legs wrapped securely around his lower waist as he held my body up. His hands squeezed my ass. My arms rested on his shoulders; my hands locked against his neck as we kissed. His mouth dominated, demanding the same attention his body requested as he entered my line of vision back at the bar.

His tongue did wonders, contributing to the multiple, fresh hickeys on my neck; his sucking and biting game left me moaning for more. I was so gone in lust and yearning, I'd fuck him right here and now if I could – my sex pressed against his groin; his hardness only contributed to my growing thirst.

It took us a long moment; the DJ announced the closure of the club in ten minutes before we pulled apart, panting as we attempted to catch our breaths. Our eyes still locked onto one another.

"I don't think I should continue this. I have a boyfriend." I confessed.

My mind told me how wrong it was to be making out with Jaxson while Jake was home, most likely passed out on the couch with chip crumbs covering his shirt and an empty beer bottle in his hand, but just the reminder made me want to be defiant and throw away my morals for one fucking night.

I needed a sexual release, and I wouldn’t miss the chance with Jaxson.

"If your man is dumb enough to let a woman as beautiful as you – with mystic eyes, stunning hair, and all of these exotic curves and hips – walk out of his grasp, then he doesn’t deserve you. If I was your man, I would take you everywhere, show you off to everyone. I would place you on a pedestal to be praised and worshipped."

I was left speechless, as I stared up into his eyes; those copper tinged orbs reflected his determination and the truth in his words.

Any reasoning that stopped me from letting go vanished as I lifted onto my tiptoes; my hand landed on his chest as I placed my lips against his. This wasn't as fast as the other ones.

It was deliberately slow, allowing my heart to swell at his declaration. I’d never met a man that had moved me the way his words had. Maybe it was just a way for him to get into my pants or remove any hesitation from my mind, but I didn't care anymore. If it was his intention, so be it. I understood the consequences of what could, and more than likely would, happen because of this one-night stand, but if I could enjoy a good, heart pounding round of sex, I'd have no regrets.

I pulled away reluctantly, meeting his gaze as he stared at me; his appreciative expression warmed my heart. He looked at me like I truly mattered to him.

"How fast can we get a hotel at two in the morning?" I whispered; my voice breathy and low.

"I can get a limo here in two minutes and a five-star suite facing the skyline of LA in three. Is that too long for you, Scar? I could always narrow it down to two minutes flat." He whispered, against my skin as he kissed me at the nape of my neck. I let out a deep moan; the noise unrecognizable to my ears as I closed my eyes.

"Five minutes, I can be patient enough, but it better be worth it." I replied, opening my eyes to face him as he lifted his head to glance at me; his smile so alluring, I wish I took the second option.

"Trust me, it will be worth it."